Lily wore her "Miss Liberty" shirt today, and now she's in her red, white, and blue sleeper snoozing soundly while Marysville is going berzerk. Our town literally explodes every year on July 4th. It's like watching a professional fireworks display on every block. From our elevated vantage point, we can see quite the pyrotechnics display. I guess that's one advantage of living so close to an Indian reservation.
I took Lily outside before bedtime to see a bit of what was going on outside. A few neighbors were already lighting off firecrackers and bottle rockets. I thought she would be afraid, but she took it all in stride. She even clapped for the exceptionally loud and long ones. It would have been nice for her to be able to stay up and see some of the show after dark, but we figured that wasn't going to happen this year.
Our little Miss Liberty is more stable on her feet now. She is walking further between pieces of furniture and the arms of her parents. We're still waiting for her first definite words, although we think that "bird" might be one of them. She spots every bird in the air, loves to look at little books about birds on one of our shelves, and points to one bird picture in particular and says, "buhh!" We kind of hoped we'd hear "ma" or "da" by now, but we'll take "buhhh!"